Page 47 of Knocked Up By the Silver Fox

"Hey…" I walked toward him with the coffee in hand and kept my expression calm. "How was your afternoon?" Will took the coffee mug from my hand and sighed.

"Awful…" His eyes searched my expression. "What are you doing here?" I could tell he wanted to grill me. There was an intensity about him I knew was related to stress. I slid a chair out and nodded at it and he sat down and sipped his coffee.

"Abby and I were just talking about college. I wasn't up for going out to a restaurant, so I came here." As he got comfortable, I rested my hands on his shoulders and gripped them firmly, rubbing out some of the tension. He was so stiff I wondered how he wasn't in excruciating pain.

"Oh God, that's amazing," he grunted. After a second, he said, "Abby invited you?"

"Yeah, she texted me yesterday…You have a good kid there, Will." Kneading his muscles, I watched his head nod. He didn't respond to that, and the room got quiet. It felt like we were a million miles apart, but I was touching him. We'd let this entire thing with the board and Nevil Banks get between us and I wanted to find a way to push it all away and make things right.

"So the board…" I sighed and he tensed a little more.

"They're wrong, Beth, and I have Allen looking into something I noticed, but I don't want to talk about that right now." His hand shot up and grabbed mine. He set his coffee down on the table and pulled me around. When he turned his knees out from under the table and patted his lap I lowered myself down.

"Will, there's something I want to talk about." I'd thought all day long about how to talk to him. There were now two firms here in New York where I could work. Neither of them was as good of a position or pay, but they would help me pay the bills, and I'd be close to him too. I wouldn't have to move to London or even California, and we could both be here for our baby.

"No, I want to talk first." He pursed his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. It was the same expression of pain I'd seen the split second he found out he was going to be a father. "Elizabeth, I know you think I proposed to you out of duty or obligation, and I swear to you that isn't the case." He put his arms around me and locked his hands together and I had to look away. I didn't know what to say to him, but he continued.

"When I told you I love you, I meant it. I want a future with you. I am thrilled that I'll be a father again, and yes, I very much want this baby and you and to be a family. But that isn't why I proposed. I don't want a future you're not in. Not with the firm, not anywhere. You're it for me. You're my ride or die, and if you say no it will destroy me."

The gravity of what he said pressed on my chest, and months' worth of uncertainty and emotion swirled. I looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity and love. I remembered how hard he fought to make sure I would be accepted by Abby, how he made me promise to try. And I had. And it turned out better than I hoped. And now he was telling me he wanted to marry me, and I felt overwhelmed.

"Yes," I whispered, and tears welled up.

"Yes?" he asked. He still looked vulnerable, like at any second he would shatter if I changed my mind.

"Yes." I smiled. "I'll marry you."

I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Happiness surged up in my chest and made me warm and full. I leaned down to kiss him and he pulled my head against himself. Our mouths crushed together fiercely and I almost couldn't breathe but I didn't back away. Will really was everything I wanted no matter how messy it was, and I believed now that I really was what he wanted.

"Will," I whispered as he moved his lips down my neck, giving me a chance to take a breath.

"Mmm …"

"Will, we should go in the bedroom…" I pressed my hands on his shoulders and he backed away. As I stood slowly, I took his hand and held it. Then he rose and led me to his room, locking the door behind. I turned toward him, and our eyes met again as I started to unbutton his shirt slowly.

Will's hands rested on my hips; my fingers touched his skin softly. This time felt different, like we were old lovers here to connect and sustain each other. I kissed his bare chest, then spread open his shirt. He placed a kiss on the top of my head as I untucked it and reached for his fly.

I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, slipping them down over his hips. His erection was hard and ready for me. I stroked him as he cupped my cheeks and brought his lips back to mine. His tongue searched my mouth, and he backed me toward his bed. Will's hands made their way down my back, gripping me as if he were afraid to let go.

His hands pulled my sweater up and off of me then tossed it to the floor in a heap. He unhooked my bra and let it join my shirt. Then he laid me down and kissed me slowly, his tongue dancing with mine. His lips trailed down my neck to my breasts, suckling and biting. I arched my back, moaning softly as heteased each nipple. His erection pressed against my thigh, and I wrapped my legs around him to bring him closer.

I closed my eyes and got lost in the moment for a few seconds, feeling his tongue swirl on my skin. His body weighed me down and his soft growls made me want him. I pushed his shirt down over his shoulders and he rose up and peeled it off and tossed it.

Will removed his pants and boxers and then my leggings and panties, discarding them with the rest of our clothes.

Will lay down next to me, the heat from his body enveloping me, and kissed my lips again. His hands slid over me, taking in every curve as I did the same to him. When we'd had our fill of exploring each other's bodies with our hands, Will rose above me again.

I felt him at my entrance and opened my legs wider for him, wrapping them around his hips. Will entered me slowly, filling me completely, eliciting a soft moan from both of us. His thrusts were deliberate and sensual as we rocked together, and I met his kisses hungrily as our bodies moved in rhythm.

The tension built as our breathing quickened, and I moaned louder, digging my nails into his back. Will slid a hand up my back and tangled it in my hair, angling my head so he could kiss me deeply. His other hand gripped my thigh, pulling me tighter against himself. I moaned and dug my fingers into his back, and he pulled my hair harder, exposing my neck.

He kissed my collarbone, then moved lower, biting and sucking on my breasts, sending jolts of electricity through my entire body. It felt as if I were on fire from the inside out. His touch was magic, casting a spell on me. Even the tiniest thrust made me whimper. I was so close.

"Oh God," I panted, and I arched my pelvis upward. When his dick slid over my G-spot at just the right angle, I came undone. My body spasmed and contracted around him, and Icried out his name. Every nerve in my body was energized, every movement and sensation heightened. I felt my body, tense and flush with pleasure, writhing beneath Will. The way his muscles flexed and rippled with each thrust, the way he buried his face in my neck, his dark hair falling over his forehead.

My vision blurred as I closed my eyes, and the room seemed to spin from the pleasure coursing through me. A metallic tang flooded my mouth as I bit down on my lip to stifle my cries. Will's lips captured mine and I could taste the saltiness of my skin on his tongue.

I opened my eyes, and I could see the look of pure bliss on his face. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, and he had a wild look in his eyes as he thrust into me over and over again.

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